Urban Madness

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Although Ye Fan's voice didn't sound, it was like a blockbuster, which exploded in the ears of everyone in the venue, causing a great uproar.

Opposite, Uncle Zhong and Guan Feihong were completely stunned. They couldn't believe their ears. Even the brain couldn't continue thinking, as if a "crash" had occurred.

They never imagined that Ye Fan would be so arrogant to this point that he slapped Guan Feihong in the face in full view.

In Uncle Zhong's view, if Ye Fan had a one-tenth chance of surviving and becoming Guan Feihong's brother-in-law, it should also be grateful.

Who could have expected that he would say arrogantly that Guan Feihong was not qualified to be his brother.

This is nothing short of the world!

But Ye Fan's serious tone seemed to really look down on Guan Feihong.

For a while, there was silence and deathly silence in the venue.

The atmosphere also became weird.

not qualified!

These words pierced into Guan Feihong's chest like an invisible sharp blade.

With the pride of his Guan family, has he ever suffered such insults? !

In the next moment, Guan Feihong finally came back to his senses, his eyes were splitting, his hair was erected, his chest was undulating, as if there was violent anger in it, and his blood was about to burn.

He completely lost his reason, and there was only one thought left in his mind, making Ye Fan in front of him pay the price of blood.

"Boy, since you are looking for death, then this young man will fulfill you!"

As Guan Feihong said, he took a dagger from his pocket.

Looking intently, the dagger didn't know what material it was made of. It was sharp and unparalleled, and the blade shone with cold light, like a fierce beast that chose people to eat. Even at a certain distance, you can feel the horror in it.

In traditional martial arts, there is such a saying-

One inch long and one inch strong, one inch short and one inch risky.

Long and strong, with sharp edges.

Short and tricky, with hidden murderous intentions.

A short weapon like a dagger must be close to the opponent to attack. It moves faster in a fight and bears greater risks.

But this danger is not only aimed at ourselves, but also at the enemy.

Once shot, it is a fight for life, either you die or I die.

...

"Wow!"

In the next moment, Guan Feihong's figure soared, turning into a black shadow, with a shocking momentum, swooping towards Ye Fan.

fast!

Too fast!

Guan Feihong is the tenth arrogant of Qianlong ranking, possessing the realm of Profound Realm.

Even in the early stages of the Profound Realm, it was an unattainable existence for ordinary people.

At this moment, he shot with anger, relentlessly, using twelve percent strength.

The speed is so fast that it has surpassed the limit of ordinary people's naked eyes.

Sister Hong, Tang Anni, Chu Mengyao and others all felt their eyes dizzy and couldn't see his movements at all.

The sharp dagger pointed at Ye Fan's throat, extremely vicious.

Guan Feihong said before that if Ye Fan could catch him three punches, he would be willing to bow to him.

But because of Ye Fan's provocation, he changed his mind and killed him as soon as he shot it.

"Stab!"

The dagger cut through the air, erupting a harsh sonic boom.

But Ye Fan, who was in danger, still stood in place, without any intention to dodge defense.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Guan Feihong's mouth rose slightly, sketching out a sneer.

In his opinion, Ye Fan was obviously frightened and stupid, and he didn't even have time to make any response. He would soon become a dead soul under the dagger, splashed with blood on the spot, and died.

one meter!

Half a meter!

Thirty centimeters!

Twenty centimeters!

Ten centimeters!

Five centimeters!

When that dagger was only half an inch from Ye Fan's throat.

Sudden change!

...

"Chang!"

A sound of gold and iron crossed, pierced through the clouds and cracked stones, and shook the tympanic membrane.

Guan Feihong's body shook, and only felt that the dagger in his hand seemed to hit a copper wall and iron wall. No matter how hard it was to get in, even the mouth of the tiger in his right hand felt pain, and there were faint signs of cracking.

The next moment, he instinctively lowered his head, and an incredible scene appeared in his sight——

It was Ye Fan's **** that blocked his blow.

I saw Ye Fan's right index finger and middle finger, lightly clamping the dagger, as easily as clamping a piece of thin paper.

No matter how hard Guan Feihong tried to inject internal energy into the dagger, it was like sinking into the sea, to no avail.

Upon seeing this, Guan Feihong's pupils shrank suddenly into the most dangerous pin-shaped light, stunned and dumbfounded, and a huge wave was set off in his heart, astonished to the point of no further increase.

Invisibly, as if there was a big hand, it squeezed his heart so hard that he was almost suffocated.

You know, this dagger is not a piece of scrap copper or rotten iron, but a magic weapon bestowed by them from the Qing palace a hundred years ago.

If it weren't for Guan Feihong as a young man of the Guan family, it would be impossible to have such a magic weapon.

He once used this dagger to dismantle a master master who cultivated the golden bell.

But now, this magic weapon is like a toy in Ye Fan's fingers, unable to move at all.

The scene that happened before him caused an unprecedented visual impact and soul shock on Guan Feihong.

The smile on his face disappeared in an instant, and turned into an unconcealable panic. The muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched and the veins throbbed. In an instant, the vest was completely soaked in cold sweat.

He couldn't imagine that Ye Fan's physical body was so terrifying that he could hardly shake these gods!

...

"Ha ha……"

At this moment, Ye Fan jokingly smiled and said lightly: "The tenth strongest in Qianlong list? Like an ant!"

As he said, Ye Fan's right index finger and **** slowly turned.

The movement range was not very big, but the sharp and unparalleled dagger uttered a mournful cry and was instantly folded into two pieces.

"Zheng!"

Looking intently, the section was smooth and neat, as if it had been chopped by a sharp weapon.

At the same time, under the induction of Qi, Guan Feihong only felt that a powerful and unrestrained force, like a volcanic eruption, hit him from above the broken blade.

At the next moment, he had no time to react, his body flew out like a kite with a broken line.

It didn't stop the castration until it hit the wall of the box.

After receiving such a blow, Guan Feihong no longer had the arrogant arrogance he had before, a muffled grunt deep in his throat, his face was like gold paper, and he had obviously suffered serious internal injuries.

"Master!"

At this moment, the loyal uncle next to him quickly rushed over and supported Guan Feihong, while still staring at Ye Fan, his whole body tense, as if he was facing an enemy, he didn't dare to slack off.

It is impossible to use words to describe the surprise in Uncle Zhong's heart at this moment.

He never expected that Ye Fan, who did not seem to be astonishing, had such terrifying combat effectiveness.

He didn't even know how Ye Fan did it.

With Guan Feihong's tenth strength in the Qianlong Ranking, throughout China, there are very few existences. Unless you encounter those few enchanting evildoers, no one can match.

But Ye Fan was so young, he was only eighteen or nineteen years old, nearly ten years younger than Guan Feihong.

When Uncle Zhong wanted to come, even if Ye Fan started practicing in the womb, he couldn't have such a terrifying strength.

...

At this moment, Ye Fan looked at Guan Feihong who was close to the wall from a distance, his eyes stunned, like a nine-day dragon bowing his head, slowly speaking:

"Master Guan family, is it amazing? I just said that you are not qualified to be my brother. Now, do you have any comments?"

Hearing this, Guan Feihong's body was shocked, as if being slapped severely.

Silent slap, the most painful!

At this moment, all his pride and dignity for more than two decades have been crushed to pieces.

However, no matter how unwilling he was in his heart, he couldn't say a word of rebuttal, let alone continue to provoke Ye Fan.

Although he didn't know Ye Fan's true strength, Guan Feihong knew that he didn't know his opponent based on the hand that he showed just now.

As for the loyal uncle next to him, his strength was not as good as himself, he rushed forward and desperately, without any chance of winning.

Guan Feihong suddenly felt that he was like fish on a chopping board and could only be slaughtered.

"Huh? Guan Shao, weren't you arrogant just now? Why are you dumb now?" Ye Fan joked, his tone full of sarcasm.

"Puff!"

Hearing these words, Guan Feihong only felt angry, his throat rolled, and he was so angry that he vomited blood!

The red blood dyed his costume red, like blossoming blood lotus.

His facial features are twisted together, extremely ferocious, like a ghost under the Nine Nethers, his long and narrow eyes staring straight at Ye Fan, both of them are squeezed tightly, the nails are digging into the palms of his hands, but he doesn't notice them, gritted his teeth and said:

"I know all the Tianjiao on the Qianlong list, absolutely no one like you! You...who are you?!"

Although Guan Feihong was arrogant, he could not afford to lose.

He would not be so angry if he was defeated by the top five or even the top three evildoers.

But he could not accept that he was defeated by an unknown kid!

Moreover, he still lost so thoroughly that he didn't even force the opponent's true strength.

If this matter spreads out, he will probably become a joke for the entire ancient martial world, and he will never be able to raise his head anymore.

Such a huge sense of drop made him feel like riding a roller coaster, falling from the clouds into an abyss.

For the first time in his life, Guan Feihong had doubts about his own strength!

"My name is Ye Fan!" Ye Fan said lightly.

"Ye Fan?!"

Guan Feihong slowly repeated the name, showing a dazed expression, obviously he had never heard of it.

"Oh right! In the martial arts world, people often call me another name—"

Speaking of this, Ye Fan paused deliberately, his spine straight, like a spear that pierced the blue sky, bursting out with an aura of contempt for the world and disdain for the heroes, and said proudly:

"Ye--Bei--Chen!"